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[18+] Words of pleasure - Law x F!Reader - Part 5

[No spoilers] [Modern AU - College AU] [She/her pronouns used for the reader, no physical description; Everyone +18] Words : 6269 Archive of our own

Warning : Power play / Dom/sub Dynamics / Control / Stranger / Flirting / Aftercare / Awkwardness … If you feel like I should add more warnings, send me a dm or and ask

– Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

You: Sup doc, got home safely?

[You sent an attachment]

I chuckled for a second, making myself laugh at the picture of the crazy scientist from Back to the Future I had sent. Then when I looked at it more than five seconds, I just regretted it. “I should have flirted. I should have asked him if he was free soon. But I did that. Wow.” Gathering my stuff, I was expecting him to be asleep but received an answer in no time.

Trafalgar Law 😷: I’ll admit it’s creative real first text. But don’t send me that shit again, I’m not an old man.

You: Hey, it’s hilarious. You mad because you asked me to call you doc and now you regret it.

Trafalgar Law 😷: I just hope you won’t see that in your head when you’ll think of me, it can easily become a turn off, I think.

You: Damn, what if I’m into older men?

Trafalgar Law 😷: Lucky for you I’m older, then. Why are you still awake?

Trafalgar Law 😷: You should sleep, it’s late and you seemed tensed the entire evening.

You: You’re worried about me? How cute, I thought you were just looking to dick me down.

You: But I’m going to sleep soon, don’t worry hot stuff, I was just showering before bed.

You: Who knows, maybe I’ll dream of you 😉

I read my message over, and over and as I saw him type and stop a few times I was quick to send another one.

You: Yeah, ignore that. I’m tired, I’m not pushy promised. But you should sleep too, beauty sleep and all.

Trafalgar Law 😷: Depending on the kind of dreams you’re having, I’ll gladly join you.

Trafalgar Law 😷: You’re cute. I’ll sleep in a few. I still have some things to do, I’ll be sure to send you a text in the morning to ask you what you dreamed of.

You: Right, bold of you to assume I remember my dream. And that I’d share them with you.

You: But please go to bed, it’s getting super late.

[Trafalgar Law 😷sent an attachment]

Trafalgar Law 😷: I’m in bed, don’t worry.

It was stupid, but I did laugh. He was sitting against his pillows, the simple black bed panel behind him. His hair was a lot messier than usual, but he did not look sleepy one bit. And he was still wearing his dress shirt, which clearly was in no way a pajama.

You: Funny. You’re a funny guy Trafalgar Law, wow. You’re lucky you’re hot

You: You’re still fully dressed, that’s not going to sleep to me.

Trafalgar Law 😷: If you want to see me naked so bad, you have to work for it.

Trafalgar Law 😷: I did say I’d enjoy you on your knees, it seems like a good place to start. But, all in due time, right?

Chuckling at his text, I bid him a good night without replying to his innuendo which was more than an innuendo, really. Hopefully, an unspoken promise of a goodtime. I left the bathroom feeling a bit funny inside and put the toy away before sitting back on the bed. I was wearing a large shirt so that I could show my legs if the HandSurgeon asked and sat with my legs crossed on the bed before typing.

Edelweiss: Back!

HandSurgeon: Your lap is pretty red; how does it feel?

Edelweiss: it’s alright, a bit sore but I like it, it reminds me of yeah… the discipline so yeah, it’s ok

HandSurgeon: Cute, you enjoyed it quite a lot. Maybe you could take more next time if you feel like it.

HandSurgeon: But it’d mean you’d have disobeyed, which you won’t do. Correct?

Edelweiss: yes, I won’t. Sorry…

HandSurgeon: It’s alright, doll.

HandSurgeon: Is there something you enjoyed more this session? Or did not at all?

Trying to remember the things he had said during the session, I was going to tell him that everything was good until I remembered that small thing he said, that I did not particularly enjoy. I didn’t know if he was going to tell me to just get on with it and try to enjoy it or anything but trusting he wouldn’t get mad I wrote down.

Edelweiss: I really enjoyed your voice… that’s for sure but I didn’t enjoy being called a bitch in heat?

Edelweiss: it was alright right now though, but I don’t know, I didn’t vibe.

Edelweiss: sorry if you’re more of a degrader than praiser

HandSurgeon: I am sorry, I am indeed more used to be a bit rougher with my partner. I’ll be more careful next time, don’t hesitate to tell me if you don’t like something I do.

HandSurgeon: This is an exchange, we’re both in to enjoy it and have fun. And while I usually degrade, I am very much enjoying telling you how good you are. Even more so seeing how well you react.

HandSurgeon: You did good telling me your color, very good.

HandSurgeon: I believe edging was not in your list, but how did you enjoy it?

Edelweiss: soooo frustrating! And embarrassing to beg alright? But in a good way I guess… a very good way

Pondering a bit more, I was curious. If we were giving feedbacks and asking questions, I could give it a go.

Edelweiss: were you annoyed? That I touched myself.

HandSurgeon: Yes. I was. If I had you next to me, I would have brought you to my bed. I would have had you kneeling in the center, with that egg still inside you. The had you stripped down naked and would have looked at you. If you had moved, I’d strike you down. Simple.

HandSurgeon: You’d be begging in no time, really.

Edelweiss: it does sound kinda interesting though

Edelweiss: I’d definitely be up to it if you’d enjoy it

HandSurgeon: I’m sure you’d take it like very well, adding a blindfold to the mix would be even better.

HandSurgeon: You wouldn’t know when I’d strike. Jumping on the bed at the littlest touch. Goosebumps all over that pretty body of yours.

HandSurgeon: Running the tip of my whip over your skin. Barely grazing it. Then gripping the back of your neck and sliding my fingers through your hair. Pulling your head back to see that needy face of yours.

I wanted to read more of him, see what else he’d do to me. I wanted to do something again. While my sex was sore, I could also feel the throbbing coming back and fuck was I ready to ask him if he had time to do it again. My body must have been moving on the screen, since I saw the new message from the dom.

HandSurgeon: Stop fidgeting. There won’t be another session tonight, doll. I have to finish working, and you…

HandSurgeon: Well, you need to eat something and drink some water. Go get some food. We can hang up if you want, or you can leave the camera on. I would not mind the little motivation of seeing my girl on the screen.

Edelweiss: I won’t stay long, I have classes tomorrow. Lemme grab some food, I’ll be right there!

Edelweiss: but admit it, you just want to make sure I eat and drink 👀

HandSurgeon: I do indeed. Now, go.

We then spent around 20 minutes on the call. I stayed with my camera on, still making sure he could not see my face, and ate up. He would reply a bit more slowly than during our session, since he was working, but when he did it was a lot lighter than usual. We talked of our lives, previous partners, preferences but it quickly turned to other topics. TV shows we enjoyed or had in common, hobbies, pets.

I learnt he liked to sketch, mostly people, he never did art school and never wanted to but loved the human anatomy. He said he found it fascinating. I felt flattered when he suggested we find some free time so that he could draw me. I told him I’d think about it, then we changed topics but kept off the more personal ones, such as family, school and city. The less we knew, the better. It was weird, getting to know him after I had let him do as he pleased with me. But doing so made it more interesting for some reason.

I did not feel anything much for the man, but I enjoyed his company a lot. I had no plan of meeting him at all, and if I ever found someone, I’d probably stop talking to him, which is something we both agreed on. This was just to get off, this was simply to both find that pleasure of having the power dynamic in play. It was interesting, and I never thought I’d be doing this but here I was, having hung up on a stranger I should call my dom. Here I was, exhausted after masturbating for him. Following each of his instruction.

Having had a taste of that side I had never ventured on, I realized I liked it a lot and I could see myself doing it more from time to time. Maybe not all the time, but in bed it was so intriguing.

I surprised myself as I laid under my covers, slowly drifting to sleep, when a thought crossed my mind, I wonder if Law would do that… I shook the thought away, but it came back just as strong, I was curious. He would look at me with the same look he gave me all night, intrigued and yet clearly expecting all those reactions of me. Knowing what he was doing, knowing the effect he had on me. Whatever I’d say, he wouldn’t be surprised, as if he could read me. He’d ask me those same questions he did that night, trying to get me riled up and I would let him. Would I imagine him as that man from online?

Would I secretly be hoping he would be that good? Would I let him do as he pleased with me? Was I even going to go on a date with him? This last question had an answer already, we both hardly had any free time. I don’t believe we had the same schedule either, it’d be too hard. But I’d entertain the idea, it was fun. I was slightly excited if it did happen, after all he was attractive. And I could use the kind of fun he was suggesting, considering all the stress we must both be under.

Turning in bed, I pulled my phone from under my pillow and texted Law.

You: You better be asleep old doc, because I am hitting the sac. And ignoring your last text at the same time.

Trafalgar Law 😷: Shall I take that as a “no”?

You: Definitely not, but I want to know if your personality is as hot as your face, first.

You: For scientific purposes

Trafalgar Law 😷: Luckily, I did pretty well in sciences. I’ll help with your research then.

You: That means I can call you partner? Pardner 🤠 in research of a fun time

Trafalgar Law 😷: Partner of fun, if you want. Pardner, no.

You: Dagnabbit, sad cowboy noise.

Trafalgar Law 😷: I think you need sleep, partner.

You: I definitely do, good night pardner. You should sleep too, you looked fucking tired tonight.

[Trafalgar Law 😷 sent an attachment]

You: it’s pitch black?

Trafalgar Law 😷: Because I’m trying to sleep, and you keep messaging me.

You: no one’s forcing you to answer 😏 but good night pardner

Trafalgar Law 😷: Good night

I did fall asleep soon after. It was a miracle I managed to keep the conversation that long considering how tired I was and yet I was able to exchange, albeit embarrassingly, with the hot guy. I did not know why I had sent him a message- who am I kidding I know why I did that. Not only was I in that post-orgasm daze but also, this little voice in my head kept considering him as a potential something.

That something was yet to be determined, booty call? Romantic partner? Sex friend? I did not know yet, the only way to find out was that date. And perhaps, if it went well enough, the after-date part. Which I was excited about, maybe more than the date part.

This time I did not dream of the HandSurgeon, I did however have a dream about Trafalgar Law. It was not as hot as the one I had the night before… But it was something…

In that dream, I had called him out of boredom while working on some stuff, and he had picked up mildly annoyed. But even though he was annoyed, he kept me on the line while making his way to his office and closed the door behind him.

Then the mood changed, the ambiance too, the lights got slightly darker and suddenly I found myself in his office. He was leaning on his desk, arms crossed across his chest and seemingly expectant. I saw myself approach him with determination, I was but a spectator to that whole scene. I stopped right in front of him and let him grab my hands before he pulled them behind his back and turned me around so that I was now the one against the desk.

The view changed and I could see him from up close now, he was looking down at me with a smug smile. I saw his lips moving but could not comprehend what he was saying. His tattooed hand travelled to my neck, gently brushing his thumb over it before grabbing my jaw gently. He spoke again and while I did not know what he said, I felt nervous, and slightly afraid.

I tried to ask him to repeat, and maybe I did but I could not hear myself. He leaned forward and let his other hand graze the skin under my shirt before whispering. “Edelweiss… my sweet and pretty toy. So good for me.” I let my head fall back in pleasure from his touches but the constant feeling of confusion and fear only grew. I tried to understand why I was feeling like that, among the joy I felt upon hearing his word. Then it clicked.

He doesn’t know about Edelweiss- he’s not that man, he shouldn’t know.

Now I’m in my bed. Looking at a screen, I can see someone on that screen, but I can’t see it really. Then I understand who it is, HandSurgeon, but this time it’s Trafalgar Law. “You want us to be the same.”

“You wish I was real, you’re so desperate for this to happen with me, with him, we’re the same to you, Edelweiss. You should think, wake up, realize that you’re making a mistake, wake up, we can’t be the same, wake up, you just want it so bad-“

“Wake up!” I was startled awake by Nami, who was looking at me angrily, already fully dressed. “Jesus, did last night tire you that bad?” How could she know what I had done last night? She wasn’t even home- Trying to come up with anything, I was too sleepy to be embarrassed, then she spoke and cleared my mind. “You know, if I had known socializing with Traffy would tired you that much, I would have brought him over a lot sooner. Maybe you’d finally catch some real sleep.” She explained as she kept her gaze on my, probably, sleep-marks adorned face.

Sighing, she pulled the covers off my form without a second thoughts when I was unresponsive to her words. “This time you have more than 5 minutes to get ready but move your ass or I’ll leave you there. Come on, hurry.” She stopped by the door and made a compassionate face, “By the way, don’t worry, he exhausts me too. It’s the smug face and the condescending attitude that just-“ she made a sounds with her tongue against her teeth, “it ticks me off, you know?” She was gone right after.

Looking at the doorway longer than I wanted to, I started drifting off to sleep when I was startled awake once more. My phone was ringing, and I was very much aware it was not my alarm. Stretching my arm to the bed table, I grabbed my phone and was surprised when I read the screen and saw it was Trafalgar Law. I picked up in confusion, “What do you want?” With the sleepiness and the confusion, my tone ended up being a bit more aggressive than I expected.

“How about you start with good morning?” I heard him chuckle, he was probably proud of that too. Rolling my eyes, I let my head fall back on the pillow and spoke again, “Good morning, do you need something?” I sighed and pulled my covers back on my form, hearing the blinker of his car in the background I guessed he was driving and was paying more attention to the road.

“Good morning, did I perhaps wake you up?” He asked rhetorically but I could hear the smile on his lips. All I did was hum in return, still waiting for the reason he called me. “I’m free this Thursday, how does it sound for those… research?” He seemed reticent saying it, probably rolling his eyes at how stupid it sounded. Laughing in my throat in return, it was not charming but the way he said it made it too funny for my dazed state. “Too shy to call it a date? I need to check my schedule; I don’t know if I’m free.” Thinking he’d hang up, I instead heard him talk to someone before talking to me again.

“Then go ahead and check, I’ll wait.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and rummaged through something while I checked on my phone, mumbling. “Can’t you let a girl sleep? Don’t you have a work to get to?” I opened the calendar but kept grumbling while doing so, “You’re lucky I’m not hanging up to go back to sleep.” While checking my schedule, I double checked if there was a time I could be free on Thursday and heard Law scoff.

He huffed a laugh, “I think you’d have hung up by now if you did not want to talk to me, I don’t think it’s luck, but interest.” Then a sigh as he got a bit more serious, “Just answer the question, I have to get going.”

Scoffing, I brought the phone back to my ear, “You’re just a pretty face for now, Doc. Don’t bet on interest just yet. Now, I’m free around 2 pm that day, if that’s cool with you. But add like half an hour or so, it gives me time to get back home.”

“Give me the address of your campus, I’ll come and get you there.” I heard the sound of the car door being slammed closed in the background, and the rustle of a bag. “I’m not about to refuse a car ride, it’s a bit odd but thank you!” I quickly sat up, suddenly feeling excited for my plans on Thursday. “Don’t expect me to be dressed all chic though, if I have classes in the morning, it’ll be comfortable and only slightly fashion.” I said lightly as I made my way to my wardrobe to start getting dressed for the day.

“Give me a moment.” I heard the phone being moved a bit, a few muffled voices greeting the man, footsteps echoing on the ground accompanied by the hubbub of phones ringing, beeping sounds and people talking. While waiting, I was able to get dressed and go back to my desk to prepare my stuff. After a few minutes, I finally heard him. “You were talking about your clothes, to be honest as long as it’s easy to remove, we’re good.” He said smoothly, I could hear the smirk, the smugness in his voice.

I simply looked at the phone with surprise and pleasantness. That was interesting to say the least, and I was enjoying it. “You’re not saying anything, I’m assuming you agree. Good, then I’ll see you on Thursday? Don’t be afraid to send me pictures if you’re curious about what clothes to wear, I’d gladly help you pick.” I had to stand my ground, he was too smooth. Too much, too flirty, too… familiar…?

“Just for that, I’ll wear the most intricate clothes I have. Make it worth your while, you know?” While his laugh was beautiful, it was also condescending. I kept having mixt feelings about the man. “Well, if I am in a hurry, know that I am very skilled with sharp tools, and I’d have no shame in tearing your pretty clothes apart.” The sound of the creaking chair in the background made me think he was probably leaning back on his chair. A quick thought crossed my mind, of going up to him and sitting on his lap and seeing what he’d do, but I shoved that thought away.

Instead, I huffed in response and threw my bag over my shoulder. I tried to come up with a witty reply, making lame sounds with my mouth, but I had no matching energy. Even less this early in the morning. “Alright, sure, you win. I was not going to wear anything intricate anyway, even I’m too lazy for that. Casual it is, so don’t go looking all professional on me, please. I’ll feel off.”

“Put it on my desk, I’ll be there in a few- it’s an important call, I’m sure he can wait five more minutes… He doesn’t have a choice, tell him to wait… Intern or not you can tell him to wait, how else do you expect to be taken seriously? … Well, tell him I am the one who said that, then, Tony... Right, now go- And close the door behind.” I felt bad eavesdropping like that, it wasn’t a conversation I was meant to hear but it did not seem like any important information had been shared either. Except the fact that he said this was an important call when it clearly was not. It sent pride to my chest.

Walking to the kitchen, I made a motion with my index to my lips to Robin and Nami when they started talking a bit too loud. I pointed at the phone, then wiggled my fingers before drawing an invisible circle on the back of my hand. I tried very hard to make them understand it was Law, but they seemed confused. Instead, I held my phone between my shoulder and my ear and spelled Law with both of my hands. This time they understood, I knew it from the huge grin on their face.

“We got interrupted, sorry about that. If you feel intimated by a professional look, I guess we’ll have to drop by my place before going on that date. Do tell me if you’d rather I keep the medical coat-“ Cutting him off, I needed to set things straight. “Hey, I never said that was my cup of tea, okay? And I’m not intimidated, I’m sure you’re rocking the look- “ I never sighed more loudly than at this very moment when Nami snatched the phone from my hand, and said, “Alright asshole, time’s up, you’ve had time to work your charm… no I’m not doing that”

Robin butted in next to the microphone and said, “She’s all flustered, Traffy, good work!” I went to grab it back from the ginger’s hands but the stepped back and exchanged a few words with Law before handing me my phone back with a bright smile. Bringing it back to my ear, I rushed back to the corridor to avoid them eavesdropping more than they did in the kitchen.

“Sorry about them- for your outfit, wear whatever you want. I truly have no say in what you’re going to wear, plus you’ll look hot with whatever you pick so, it’s a win-win.” I quickly said, earning a laugh from the man on the other side. “I’d love to see your face right now, Robin did say you were flustered. Guess we’ll have to wait until Thursday.” He hummed, his tone having some finality to it. I knew it was my cue to hang up.

“I wasn’t flustered, I- at best embarrassed- no wait that sounds worst doesn’t it? Anyway, see you on Thursday! Have fun at work, bye.” I waited until he bid me goodbye before hanging up. As I put my phone away, I leaned against the wall and sighed, letting my head hit the wall. “Are you okay?” Robin’s soft voice reached my ears, she was making her way towards me with a slight smile. Probably feeling a bit bad for going along Nami’s childish attitude only moments ago.

Humming, I gave her a nod. But the words that followed were not matching the actions. “He’s like, very hot. And I really want to fuck him, right? But he’s also pretty funny, and good at flirting?”

Squinting her eyes, Robin asked, “Is that a question… or?”

“No, no, it’s facts and it confuses me! I was ready to just, hook up, but he could be more- I don’t know maybe I’m desperate.” I simply shrugged, leaving a silence between the black-haired woman and me.

Looking up at her, she seemed to be thinking. Then she smiled, she was always the one with good advice but also a helpless romantic. “It’s a good thing isn’t it? You don’t need to worry too much, that date of yours will help you see if you’re really interested in him or not! If not, you’ll have great sex- if yes, you’ll still have great sex, and another date.” I groaned in reply, running a hand through my hair before giving her a short nod.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll just- live my life until then, I have other things to do than think of a man. By the way are you home tonight?” I asked her as we walked back to the kitchen where Nami was nowhere to be found, there was simply a piece of paper with the words ‘bring your ass to the car’.

Chuckling lightly, Robin shook her head. “I have to stay late at the library. Then Franky agreed to let me stay at his place, since it’s closer.” We talked a bit as we made our way to the door, where she wave me goodbye before closing the door gently behind me.

When I was back in the car, Nami had one of her earbuds on and was talking more gently than she’d usually talk to someone. Which means she was talking to Vivi. I did not interrupt and instead grabbed my phone and saw a message from HandSurgeon.

HandSurgeon: Are you feeling better? Don’t forget to stay hydrated, I’ll be a bit busy this week, but I can find time if you’d like.

Edelweiss: shit, just saw your message! Sorry, crazy morning. I am definitely sore, but it’s good, I can move so there’s that!

Edelweiss: Also, I might be a bit away from Wednesday to Friday, I am seeing someone and knowing how our session leave me pretty sore, I’d rather you know…

Edelweiss: be in good shape

Edelweiss: for a good fun

Edelweiss: a good fuck

This time, I did not have a prompt reply. I put my phone away and it’s only halfway through my day, while I was working on something at the library, that I received a reply from him. I’ll admit, I had been expectant the entire morning for an answer. I had been deep in textbooks for so long, I was craving for any sort of interaction, from anyone. Which explained the speed at which I unlocked my phone to see the text from HandSurgeon, and even one from Trafalgar Law.

I hesitate for a moment, then opened discord.

HandSurgeon: It’s fine, you are allowed to have a life you know. Simply tell me if you want to stop this, or not, you know… if your someone is not the one and you still need a good fuck.

HandSurgeon: I will also be busy on Thursday, I’ll try to send you a text if I get some free time.

HandSurgeon: I just finished a long meeting, would you be up for a fun game?

I stared at his messages, feeling a bit excited suddenly. But knowing myself, I would say yes, so I had to answer to Law first before spending my time sexting the stranger.

Trafalgar Law 😷: I’m sorry we had to cut our conversation short, how was class? I have a bit of free time, if you’d like to talk about our research meeting.

You: That’s actually pretty cute, thought you were just a horny piece of meat but damn, you surprise me.

You: I am still on campus, drowning in work. I’d love to talk, but I need to focus, text me later? 🤠

Going back on discord, I felt strange. I wanted to say yes, to play his game, but it felt wrong for some reason. I was double texting and it felt like I was cheating on a man I was not even dating. I ignored the thought and typed back.

Edelweiss: I kinda wanna know, but also really need to get back to work. So, I’ll have to decline.

Edelweiss: But I’m curious, what was the game?

HandSurgeon: It’s quite alright, I was going to suggest you’d take a pretty picture for me no matter who was around. But you are busy, so I’ll leave you be. Focus on your work. I’ll talk to you later.

HandSurgeon: But for ‘emotional support’, I’ll give you this:

HandSurgeon : [sent an attachment]

I snorted at his words, and smiled when he sent me a picture of his gloved hand gripping the wheel of his car tightly. I did comment on wearing gloves while driving, even though they were not medical gloves and it had some charm, it was very movie-like. And suspicious.

After that, I put my phone down and got lost in work. I did not even see time fly by, what informed me that it was indeed a few hours later than I thought, was the grumbling of my stomach. “I think it’s time to call it a day.” I mumbled while packing everything up. With the books put back where they belonged and my laptop tucked away, I made my way outside and was walking through the parking lot when I saw a familiar mop of hair making its way towards me.

I suddenly felt self-conscious and straightened my back before meeting his gaze and frowning in confusion. “Are you stalking me?” I patted my pockets in emphasis, before saying “Did you put a chip somewhere, or-“ Law shook his head as if I was being crazy. “Bro, it’s super super sus that you’re at my campus when I never gave you the address-“

“I asked Robin. I was going to ask Nami but she wouldn’t have given me anything.” He explained as if it was obvious.

Looking around, I opened my mouth and closes it a few times. It was a bit awkward. “Why are you here, then?” I asked, still confused, my eyes squint in suspicion.

“Right- give me a moment.” He turned around and took a few long strides to get to his car and get something from the passenger seat before coming back. Even though his steps were hurried, there was still this elegance to it that I could not ignore.

“I am very familiar with long hours of studying, so here’s a drink and some food. I used to skip meals, because I’d get too much into it. Don’t do that, eat.” While what he said seemed caring, he was not smiling or anything. But the gesture was so sweet I couldn’t help but smile.

“It’s very nice of you,” I said, tucking my hair behind my ear jokingly in faux-shyness before going back to a normal demeanor. “But I was going home. I was done for the day, here,” I handed it back to him before trying to find my wallet in my bag. “Let me, just- how much do I owe you?”

He stopped me from rummaging through my back and ruffled my hair before handing me the drink and food back. “Nothing, I was passing by. Now I am sure to not get lost when I’ll come and get you on Thursday.” He winked, then looked back at his watch a moment. He seemed to ponder something for a moment, before looking up at me. “Would you like me to drop you off at your house? I have a bit of time before going back to work.” He asked kindly, showing me his keys as if trying to coo me.

“Maybe you should go eat too? I’ll take the bus, it’s alright.” Smiling, the man pointed at his car with a certain pride. “Oh don’t worry, I got myself something too. It could be our first lunch date, you are so bent on traditions, so why not lunch?”

I felt my cheeks heat up and pushed him playfully, careful not to spill the drink I had in my hand. “I’m not bent on traditions, I just barely know you, doc.” I looked to the side and shrugged before walking past him, “Let’s get lunch.” I said over my shoulder. I heard the man laugh in the back, then the jingle of keys.

I tried to open the door but found it locked. I stated the obvious, “I can’t get in if it’s locked.” I was about to complain more, when he leaned over his side of the car and grinned. “Ask politely, and I’ll let you in.” I hated him, but the smile on my face was a betrayal of how I really felt. He was a little shit, but it was still fun. Rolling my eyes, I mimicked his action and rested my arms on the roof of the car, “Could you please unlock the car, doc?” “Good girl, was it that hard?”

I turned my head towards him so fast I may have pulled a muscle in my neck, but the way he said it made it a lot more than just a nickname. He was testing the waters for something, and I had given him the exact reaction he wanted. “What, do I call you daddy now?” I said sarcastically while getting inside the car and buckling my seatbelt while he held everything before placing them back on my lap.

“Not my thing, but I’m sure we’ll get to that conversation later.” He smirked as he put something in the glove box before closing it back and meeting my intense gaze as he leaned back on his seat. I was observing each and everyone of his action, feeling out of place in his car. I had met the man last night, but for some reason he felt familiar. Perhaps it was his aura, perhaps he was just that reassuring. No, clearly not, he looks threatening… “Something on your mind? I don’t know if you’re looking at me like you want kill me or fuck me,” Extending his hand towards me, he placed his index under my chin and lifted it, I quickly grabbed his hand like last time to stop him.

“Maybe both, maybe none-“ With a short smile, he interrupted me, “Don’t be like that, I’ll ask differently. Are you uncomfortable? I haven’t done this in a while, so I’m trying to take it slow…ish.” He admitted. I could see on his face he was feeling just as sheepish as I was. Clasping my hands on my lap I chuckled nervously, “I’m good, I was just…. Observing. You’re doing good, simply put…” I trailed off and met his gaze with a playful grin, “Ye’re a looker pardner,” I then tipped my non-existent hat, which made him laugh genuinely.

“You were just in awe?” He asked a bit surprised, hiding his bashfulness behind a laugh. “Exactly, take the compliment and don’t mention it again. Now drive, or you’ll get back late at work.” I huffed, looking at the window with warm cheeks. I felt a pull at my hand and looked at it confused, “I’d love to, but you’re still holding my hand.” I quickly let go and threw his hand back at him, “It was to make sure you weren’t going to do the whole,” Making a gesture with my hands in the air, wiggling my fingers, I continued, “Chin thing again.”

Even though he agreed, only giving me a curt nod along with a “Right.”, I could see the smile on his face as he started the car. Looking at him from the corner of my eyes, I matched his smile discretely as I looked back at the road.

The volume of the music wasn’t loud, I could hear the fabric of his coat as he maneuvered, the blinkers, my own nervous heartbeat. There was no reason for me to feel so nervous, we were just going to eat lunch then go our separate way. To try to calm down, I rummaged through my brain for topics to talk about, small talks was fun in social events but in one on one, it was a fucking disaster.

Do you have any pets? Do you like cats? Maybe talk about his job? How long did he study? Or funny topics, less social, more creative? Politics is off the table, it’s not that great of a first date conversation. What’s your favourite colour? What part of your body to your prefer-

I blurted out a question to try to fill the silence. And fuck did I regret it, I shouldn’t be allowed to speak when in that state, but it was too late. “So… what’s your favourite body part?” Wait, no, fuck, not…

[Part 6]

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butsomeofusarelookingatthestars · 3 years

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Forgotten: Part 3

During one of the BAU’s most difficult cases, Luke meets a dedicated journalist who is committed to fighting for the underdog. Reluctant to trust the authorities at first, she finds a friend in the compassionate FBI agent. But as they draw closer, the challenges only grow with fear, hostility and a relentless unsub whose attention turns to her…

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AN/ FINALLY here’s Part 3! I hope you enjoy reading it. Apologies for the long wait and for the terrible writing (I’m so out of practice!). But we’re starting to get to the good stuff, so please do let me know what you think. What are you most excited for? Is there anything you’re dreading? x

“Thanks for the welcome.” Prentiss said, her eyes scanning the board pinned against the wall. “It’s good that we can get started as soon as possible.” She flashed the local police chief a reassuring smile as he nodded in acknowledgment.

The BAU were well adapted to setting up quickly and in this particular case it had been stressed, by Linda Barnes herself, that time was of the essence. With the media frenzy outside the station, it was clear why the FBI brass wanted it resolving sooner rather than later too.

But, of course, the BAU would be paying it the same due diligence they did all their cases.

“Reid, if you could get started at the ME’s office?” Emily asked. “Tara and Matt, if you could take a look at the crime scene?” Her colleagues nodded in agreement.

“I’ll get one of my detectives to take you out there.” The police chief told them, gesturing to an officer stationed outside the window. “We’ve had a presence at the scene since the body was discovered in an effort to keep prying eyes away.”

“Thanks Chief. I’m sure that it will be helpful to get the insight from your officers too.” Matt replied, a small smile on his face as he and Tara left the room, closely followed by Reid. All were keen to get started on the investigation.

Emily watched them depart before turning back to the chief. “Myself and Agent Rossi are eager to speak to Lara’s family. Would it be possible to arrange a meeting?” The chief grimaced, her name clearly a reminder of the pressured situation he was facing.

“Sure. It might be better for us to go to them though. They’re not big fans of the media circus outside.” He explained. “Can’t say I blame them…”

Prentiss nodded in agreement. “Thank you for your cooperation chief.”

He cleared his throat and stood up a little straighter. “Of course. If there’s anything else you need, please don’t hesitate to ask me.”

“Do you have any information about the other cases that have been reported recently?” Luke asked, one hand resting on the back of his chair and the other skimming the pages of the report Garcia had sent across.

With gruesome details of five other bodies found along the same stretch of highway, it certainly hadn’t been light reading. And, even with Garcia’s superb sleuthing abilities, she still hadn’t managed to track down much information about the victims themselves. Hopefully the local PD would be able to shed more light on the situation.

However, as soon as Luke glanced up to see the tense posture of the chief, he realised he’d made a mistake.

“Other cases?”

JJ frowned at the defensive tone of the chief. Hostile police forces were something she definitely didn’t miss having to deal with as Communications Liaison. “The other women who were found dead in the same area. Our technical analysist found striking similarities between-”

“Similarities?” The Chief scoffed, his unkind expression promoting Luke’s back to stiffen. “We have the body of the most influential woman in the city on our hands Agent Jareau. If you think that’s a comparison-”

Thankfully Emily decided to intervene, cutting his undoubtedly offensive comment short. “We believe these cases may be relevant Chief.” She turned to JJ and Luke, skilfully avoiding further confrontation. “I want you two to head to the local newspaper office to interview Y/N Y/L/N. See what you can find out from her.”

“Y/N Y/L/N?” The Chief asked incredulously, shaking his head. “The journalist?”

“Chief, you called us in to help. Let us do that.” Prentiss replied firmly “At the BAU we study criminal behaviour and have to investigate all of the evidence we find.”

“Do what you like…but, if you ask me you’re wasting your time, time we don’t have to spare.” He declared, his eyes narrowing slightly before he stood up. “If you’ll excuse me Agent Prentiss, I’ll arrange that meeting with the Hughes family.”

The team exchanged knowing glances as the Chief stormed from the room.

“It looks like we’ll have our work cut out for us here.” Rossi murmured quietly. “Lucky us.” His sarcastic comment prompted a few wry smiles from the group, but all knew the implications were serious. Working with a reluctant local police force was less than ideal, especially when trying to stop a serial killer.

You drummed your fingers against the wooden desk, the repetitive thud offering a little comfort as your heart thudded nervously. In your years reporting, you had experienced many adrenaline-fuelled moments – both ones you’d rather forget and the ones you savoured. It was the excitement and frustration that pushed you on and made you determined to continue the pursuit.

But the possibility that something might finally go right? That things could change for the better? That seemed to be the most nerve-wracking of all. Hope was dangerous.

As you sat waiting for the FBI to appear, all you could think of was each of the families you had come to know over the years. Each one carrying an agonising burden of loss. Their lives had been forever changed by the actions of another. Their futures stolen.

Did the FBI agents know about their stories? What would they be like? Would they even care? Or, did they just have to be here to alleviate concern about the most recent high-profile victim?

You felt terrible thinking of Lara Hughes that way. Of course, you didn’t begrudge her case receiving attention. Every single victim of crime deserved their story to be told and justice to be served. However, the intense media and police attention on her case alone, just seemed to serve as a painful reminder of the disparity ‘different’ victims received.

Behind every case that crossed your desk were loved ones left behind in desperation and sadness. A pain that no one else seemed to recognise or even cared to listen to. Sometimes families would even confess that the isolation and sense of neglect could feel as terrible as the murder itself. Almost as if their loved one had been killed for a second time when police explained there were ‘no credible leads’ and that the cold investigation was a ‘stretch on resources’.

A frown crossed your face as you glanced at the pile of case folders stacked neatly on your desk. You saw every victim as a person and it was difficult to understand why others couldn’t afford them the same courtesy.

Despite all your dealings with the local PD, you still couldn’t decide why they seemed so reluctant to cooperate with the investigations. Was it simply a misunderstanding? Or was there a deliberate refusal from some to help those deemed ‘beneath them’?

Fortunately, you were snapped out of your gloomy thoughts by your boss’s sudden announcement.

“Y/N, there’s a call for you. They arrived.”

“Why’s it this difficult?”

JJ frowned in confusion as she glanced over at Luke. The two of them had arrived at the newspaper offices and were waiting in a quiet room for the local journalist to arrive. However, it seemed like her colleague had a few questions of his own on his mind.

Luke sighed quietly, his gaze dropping on the file clutched in his hands. “Why don’t local police want to investigate these cases? Or at least be open to the possibility there’s something bigger at play here?”

JJ flashed him a reassuring smile. “Trust me Luke, I’ve had my fair share of reluctant PDs. They’ll come around eventually. It’s just fear that holds them back.”

Luke gave her a small nod. “I hope so.” He shrugged his shoulders as he leant back in his seat. “At least we’re here now.”

His thoughts were interrupted as the door opened to reveal a young woman stood outside, files balanced carefully on top of what appeared to be a very well-used laptop in her arms.

“I was told that the FBI wanted to speak to me? I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

You silently cursed yourself for the nervousness that had crept into your tone, your voice unusually high as you stared at the two agents sat at the table. Despite your dealings with law enforcement in the past, this time with the FBI’s involvement it felt incredibly serious and you couldn’t help but find their presence imposing.

What if the local police had already cast doubts upon your investigation? What if they were just here to box tick? How could you let the families down again?

Your heart thudded uncomfortably and your hand drifted towards the strap of your bag, twisting it in an effort to distract yourself from your nerves. The man’s eyes narrowed slightly as they followed your movement. Of course, they were profilers after all.

“Ms Y/L/N? It’s nice to meet you. I’m Agent Jennifer Jareau, otherwise known as JJ.” The blonde women explained. She gestured to her colleague sat beside her. “This is Agent Luke Alvez.”

You nodded in acknowledgment, finding yourself taken aback by how normal they both seemed. It wasn’t the straight-laced government officials you had been expecting. Agent Jareau appeared younger than you would have imagined. Her eyes kind and expression relaxed.

“Thanks for making the time to see us.” Agent Alvez said, his voice deep and oddly soothing. His dark curls framed his face and his brown eyes seemed to radiate warmth as he flashed you a small smile. “Can I get you anything? Tea? Coffee?”

Definitely not what you had been expecting…

An hour later and the conversation was still in full flow. You had been hesitant at first in an effort to suss the agents out and determine their motives. But after the initial pleasantries it hadn’t taken long for you to realise that both seemed like dedicated agents that were deeply committed to their jobs…and justice. With that reassurance, you had been happy to review the details of each case, your own investigations and even discuss the cooperation (or rather lack of) from local police.

However, unfortunately JJ had been briefly pulled away by a phone call, calling a temporary halt to the interview. Luke gave you a small smile as he pointed towards the coffee clutched tightly in your hand. “Black? I’m impressed.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Trust me, in this job you need it. Before all of this I used to be a caramel latte girl.”

He chuckled quietly at your joke, folding his arms as he leant back in his chair. His eyes seemed to soften as he glanced at you in curiosity.

“Why do you do it?”

You froze for a moment, the question momentarily catching you off guard. It wasn’t something you had ever been asked before. As a journalist, you were so used to talking about others, it seemed strange to discuss yourself for a change. But judging by what you knew of Agent Alvez so far, you knew he’d understand your answer.

You bit your lip as your eyes lifted to meet his. “To show someone cares.” You gestured at the files littering the table and the photographs staring up at the two of you. “These women and their families deserve that as much as anyone else.”

He nodded slowly, his eyes surprisingly gentle as he stared at you. “I completely agree.”

For the first time in a long time, you found yourself believing that someone else cared too.

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War of Wolves (9)

Season 1

Episode 9 - Practice Makes Perfect

Bucky x Reader

Summary: You have been on the streets for the past two years, ever since your accident that left you with the ability to tell if someone is lying. You work as an informant for the white wolf and his mob but you had never met him…until you overhear a phone call that leads you to saving his life. Now he wants you to work for him. Its an offer you couldn’t refuse…right?

Word Count: 2491

Warnings: NSFW 18+ SMUT, Violence, Death, Swearing

A/N: Another part lovelies. There is still so much to come, I hope you’re all enjoying and still sticking with it. Tags are still OPEN. I have had a few life changes recently so I am a little slow but the parts are coming :) Enjoy Lovelies!

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The next day Bucky had taken off because of the party. You had enjoyed a lazy morning together, but it was soon abandoned as Bucky had asked you a favour.

This favour is what led you to be standing in the gym with Bucky right now. You were putting your hair up already in gym clothes when you ask, “tell me why you want me to do this again?”.

You hand Bucky a hair tie as well and he answers while he puts his hair up, “because it’ll give me peace of mind to some extent that you can look after yourself until I get there at least. I hope you never have to use this stuff, but its important”.

You nod as you both walk over to the mat. You face each other as Bucky says, “I’ll show you a few basic moves and techniques and we’ll practice them”. Bucky starts straightaway, showing you the right techniques to punch and kick and where.

You practice a couple of moves until Bucky is satisfied with your progress. You feel a little flush and sweaty but notice that Bucky looks normal. Once you’ve finished that, Bucky hands you a bottle of water.

After the break he shows you how to use a handgun. He makes you go through cleaning and loading and aiming until you can do it quick enough for his liking.

He ends the training session on the treadmill. As he walks over to them you cross your arms, “you want me to do more?”.

He gives you a half smile, “I just want to see how well and far you can run”.

You roll your eyes and drag your feet as you make your way over to the treadmill next to him. He notices your reluctance with a smirk, “do this one last thing for me and then we can go take a shower”.

You look up at him with a small smile and a raised eyebrow, “James Buchanan Barnes, you sure know how to motivate a girl”.

He openly laughs as the sound echoes around the room, making you smile. Bucky starts the treadmills up and sets the pace. Running was one of the things you were good at, a skill set you had acquired on the streets.

Even though your breathing was heavier than Bucky’s you managed to keep up with him and the pace he set. Once he said you were done for the day you praised the lord. You drank some water and got your breath back.

Just as Bucky was putting his water down, you jump on his back. His arms automatically grab your thighs as they sit around his waist. Your arms come around his neck and you whisper, your lips brushing the shell of his ear, “I think someone promised me a shower”.

You feel his hands tighten around your thighs at the thought, but he decides to tease you instead, “I don’t remember promising a shower…”

You leave small kisses behind his ear and along his neck, “are you sure?”.

You think you hear him make a small groan, but he keeps up the teasing, “I’m pretty sure, yeah”.

You slide from his back and move away from him, walking backwards so you can still face him, “okay, well I’ll go take one by myself then”. You proceed to take your top off, leaving you in shorts and a training bra.

You watch his eyes darken as he comes a bit closer. He chuckles, “I was only messing around, let’s go take a shower”.

You continue to move backwards out of his reach, “no. You said you didn’t want to. You can’t go back now”. You can’t completely hide the smile playing on your lips.

He nods looking defeated, but then he moves as quick as lightning. You yell not expecting it but just enough out of reach to avoid his grasp. You turn and go to run, but Bucky had closed the gap too much and his flesh arm catches you around the waist.

He lifts you up and brings you to his chest as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. You’re laughing uncontrollably as he starts carrying you to the door, “you can’t run from me Doll. I’ll always catch you”.

You hear the smile in his voice as you try and get your laughing under control. Bucky makes it to the stairs still holding you up by your waist when you hear Sam call, “Buck! You’ve got a call, you need to take this”.

Bucky sets you down and turns you around. Before you can say anything, his lips are on yours. Your mouth opens willingly, eager for his tongue to mix with yours. When he pulls back he whispers against your lips, “how about you go run a bath instead? I’ll join you as soon as I can”.

You start walking up the stairs, calling behind you, “don’t keep me waiting, James”.

The use of his real name causes a groan to escape his lips. You hear him walking towards Sam’s voice, “let’s make this quick Sam. It was meant to be my day off”.

You make your way into Bucky’s room and into the bathroom. You go over to the huge bathtub and start to run the bath. You sit on the edge checking the temperature every now and then. You grab the bubble bath liquid and pour it in, shaking your hand in the water to get the bubbles going.

Once the water is high enough, steam rising, you turn the water off. You leave the bathroom and go over to the side of the bed you’ve been sleeping on. You start to take your jewellery off and then your clothes.

That’s when Bucky enters the room. He takes one look at you stripping and does the same. Once you’re both naked he takes your hand and leads you into the bathroom. He gets into the bath first. Once standing in the tub, he helps you in.

He sinks down first and brings you down on top of him. Your legs are either side of his in the hot water as you face him. He looks up at you in an expression that can only be described as adoration, “you’re so beautiful. I’ll never know what I did to deserve you”.

You give him a soft smile as you bring your lips down gently on his. His lips ask for more as his hands travel from your waist and up your back, bring you closer to his body.

As the kiss deepens you feel him harden underneath you. His lips start to wander from yours down your neck and chest, until they find your breast. His tongue circles your nipple before his lips enclose around it. He sucks softly drawing a moan from your lips.

As he continues to suck your nipples you reach a hand into the water between you and wrap your fingers around his cock. You jerk it up and down slowly and you feel him groan against your nipple.

You don’t wait long before lining him up and sinking down on his cock. He lets go of your nipple to gasp. You place your hands on his shoulders as you ride him slowly. He watches you riding him for a while, soft moans falling from both of your lips mixing with the steam in the air.

He pulls you closer to his body as you continue the slow roll of your hips. He brings your lips to his again in a lazy kiss. During the kiss you feel his metal hand find your clit. You gasp into his mouth as he plays with it, causing your orgasm to build faster.

You pick the pace up slightly, but Bucky carries on playing with your clit. It doesn’t take much longer for your walls to clench around his cock. As you spasm around him you feel his cum coat the inside of your pussy.

Once you both come down, Bucky picks you up gently and twists you. He places you between his legs as you lean your back against his chest. Your head rests just under his chin and he kisses the top of your head as his arms come around you.

You stay quiet for a while as you both soak in the warm water. You eventually speak softly in the steamy room, “who called you?”.

Bucky murmurs, “a new buyer. We’re having our first deal tomorrow night. Because its our first deal, I’d like you to come and let me know if something’s wrong. If anyone is lying”.

You nod gently against him, “of course”. He kisses the side of your head again and you stay like that until the water runs cold.

The next night everyone was a little tense. It was a first-time sale, and anything could happen. You were in the car sitting at the back with Steve. Sam was driving while Bucky was in the passenger seat going over the plan again, “okay, hopefully this will go without a hitch, but in case it doesn’t, Steve you cover Y/N and me and Sam will cover each other”.

Everyone nods as he carries on, “Y/N, remember to cough if you hear a lie and stay close to Steve”. You nod as you feel the car slowing down. Its so dark outside, but you make out that you’re pulling into a park.

Its half open fields and half forests. With the headlights on you can see picnic tables and a few cars already waiting for you next to them. Sam parks facing them but a little bit away. The cars behind us following suit.

You watch Bucky, Steve and Sam share a look and you seem to miss the meaning, “what’s wrong?”.

Steve looks at you, “there’s more men here than we were anticipating”.

You all start getting out of the car, a sick feeling beginning to brew in your stomach. You stay close to Steve’s side as Bucky and Sam walk first, then you behind, Bucky’s other men bringing up the rear.

Both parties meet in the middle of the vehicle’s headlights. Bucky and the new buyer converse for a few minutes and you listen closely for any lies but detect none.

You then watch as Bucky motions two of his men forward. They bring two duffle bags to the new buyer and open them up to reveal blocks of white powder. You see the smile spread across the buyers face as he motions his own men to take the bags from them to put in their car.

He then motions a different man forward that brings a large bag forward. He hands it to the buyer who then smiles at Bucky and hands him the bag. As Bucky opens it up to reveal cash, the buyer says, “it’s all there”.

The lie is hard to miss as you cough lightly. You watch Bucky closely and see his posture go rigid as Steve gives you a side look. Bucky’s movements remain casual though as he asks two men forward to count the money into their own bag.

As the counting continues you watch the buyer become more and more restless. As it comes to the end of the money, the buyer draws a gun. Bucky holds his hand up to stop everyone from drawing their own guns.

Your heart thuds painfully in your chest as you see the gun pointed at Bucky. Steve subtly steps in front of you, blocking you from being hit by anything. Bucky starts to talk to the buyer, but halfway through he strikes like a snake. The gun falls to the floor as Bucky punches the guy.

Then all hell breaks loose. Bucky’s men start fighting the others, but there’s an imbalance. Bucky and Sam are doing fine, but the other men aren’t as skilled, and they need Steve to fight as well. Steve turns to you, “go take cover by one of our cars”.

You nod as you turn and dart to the cars. You skip the first one and go to the second car and try to open it, but it’s locked. You go to the third and find that its open. You open the back door to get in but feel someone grab your upper arms hard to pull you out.

You let him pull you out and then twist with your fist raised like Bucky taught you yesterday and you catch him in the face. He swears, and you realise that it’s the buyer that managed to slip away in the chaos.

You go to run the other way, but he grabs you by your hair causing you to cry out in pain. He brings you back into him by your hair as he brings his arm up to your neck, cool metal pressed to your throat.

That’s when you look up to realise the fight had already been won by Bucky. The buyer was the last one standing. Bucky and Steve point a gun at the buyer and that’s when you realise he’s using you as a human shield.

You lock eyes with Bucky and the murderous rage you see in them sends shivers down your spine. Bucky’s voice shouts across the park, threatening undertones evident, “I’ll give you one chance to let her go”.

You feel the guy shake his head behind you, “I’ll let her go a few miles from here. Once I’m away from you”. You hear the lie in his voice but can’t cough in fear of the steel pressed at your throat.

You knew they wouldn’t get a shot if you somehow didn’t get out of the way. You go through the pressure and attack points that Bucky was teaching you yesterday and then decide to just go for it.

The guy starts to talk to Bucky again, about the price being too high for the coke, but you don’t listen. You wait until you think he’s distracted enough and then you bring your boot down onto his foot.

His grip loosens enough for you to dart to the side, a split second later a single shot goes off, followed by a thud. You turn in the direction of Bucky and see him taking huge strides towards you. You feel the adrenaline start to leave you and your legs feel too shaky to move.

Bucky makes it to you in a few seconds, both hands covering both cheeks as his eyes search yours. You murmur to him, “I’m okay, I’m okay”. Once he’s convinced he brings you into his chest for a tight hug, his hand covers the back of your head.

When he pulls back, he has a small smile, “you were listening to me yesterday then”.

You laugh despite what just went down and he pulls you in for another hug before steering you towards the car.

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Of Gods and Men Summary:

When the gods returned to Gielinor, their minds were only on one thing: the Stone of Jas, a powerful elder artefact in the hands of Sliske, a devious Mahjarrat who stole it for his own ends and entertainment. He claims to want to incite another god wars, but are his ulterior motives more sinister than that? And can the World Guardian, Jahaan, escape from under Sliske’s shadow?

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The eclipse is nigh. The end of Sliske’s games draws near. All the gods gather for one final race for the Stone, taking them through a shadowy labyrinth of the devious Mahjarrat’s design. Not only does Jahaan have to survive the trials Sliske sets out for them, but he has to compete against every major deity in Gielinor. Then, and only then, will he have a shot at ending Sliske’s madness once and for all…

CHAPTER 3 - THE WRONG PATH

Jahaan and Icthlarin entered through the latest riddle door they solved and into a large square chamber. It was a seemingly innocuous room with no tiles, no masks or pillars, nothing.

Satisfied with the easy progression, Jahaan went to step forward, but Icthlarin pulled him back. “Wait,” suspicious, he sniffed the air, an involuntary growl escaping from his lips. Shaking his head, he said, “Bad. Place smells bad.”

Icthlarin backed away to the safety of the wall, shrinking up against it in fear.

Taking the hint, Jahaan stepped back, surveying the room a little closer this time. Again, there was nothing obvious to see; before, he and Icthlarin had come across a trap in the floor indicated by pressure pads, but it was bypassed easily enough. If this room was rigged, these traps were a lot more insidious, and therefore a lot more deadly. If Icthlarin hadn’t stopped in, who knows what Jahaan would have wandered into.

Peering over his shoulder, Jahaan regarded the whimpering Icthlarin with heavy eyes. Then, something caught his eye above the canine deity, just above the door frame. An inscription, slightly faded, yet the only noteworthy thing in the entire chamber. Curious, Jahaan stepped on his tip-toes to try and get a better look. Squinting, he just about managed to make out the words, but noticed they weren’t in the Common Tongue.

“There’s something up here written in Infernal,” Jahaan announced, reading aloud, “‘Si solverit mihi, non cesset; si me tangere, ego, ut sit snared; si perdas me, nihil refert. Quid sum ego?’. I think that translates to ‘If you break me, I do not stop working; if you touch me, I may be… caught?; if you lose me, nothing will matter. What am I?’”

“Snared,” Icthlarin corrected, twitching. “If you touch me... I may be snared.”

The canine deity’s brow was furrowed heavily with the strain of keeping lucid. “I… do not…”

“It’s okay,” Jahaan assured, “I’ve got this, don’t worry.”

Playing the riddle over and over in his head again, Jahaan tried to fumble for a solution. This was slightly trickier than the terrible-poetry-turned-riddles he had encountered thus far, and he knew that the longer he spent here, the further he was from the Stone.

“Any ideas, Icthlarin?” he asked, knowing it was in vain. Icthlarin’s mind wasn’t working well enough to solve riddles right now. The deity shook his head, whimpering.

Minutes passed, and countless ideas turned around in the World Guardian’s mind. Time? The soul? Secrets? Nothing fit the profile, and Jahaan found himself stuck in a rut, the same wrong answers repeating over and over in his mind. Now he was starting to panic, that he’d be trapped in this room for the rest of the maze. Icthlarin had tried the door, but it had locked behind them. His heartbeat thumped hard against his chest, beating in his throat. Jahaan placed a hand on his neck, feeling his heavy pulse.

That was when it came to him.

“I am the heart!” he exclaimed, gleefully. “A broken heart will not stop working, a touched heart can become snared, but if you lose your heart… then nothing matters anymore.”

Depressing, yes, but it fit the profile. Still, even by thinking he had the right solution, Jahaan didn’t know how to proceed. There was nowhere to enter the solution. Frustrated, Jahaan stood on his tip-toes and examined the riddle again, trying to see if he missed anything the first time around. But when he traced his fingers over the inscription, the room started to shake. Glowing tiles with letters on them emerged from the floor, covering the length and breadth of the room. A small column emerged from the ground at the other end with a button on top. But more worryingly were the holes that appeared in the walls with javelin tips pointing out.

Gulping, Jahaan seriously hoped he had the right answer now. The issue was, ‘heart’ in Infernal was ‘cor’ - there weren't enough letters for him to step on to cross the distance. Same went for the Common Tongue spelling of ‘heart’. From what Jahaan could tell, he had eleven tiles to cross. Fortunately, he quickly came to the realisation that ‘I am the heart’ translated to ‘ego sum, et cor’, which was eleven characters long.

Praying to- well, nobody in particular, since they all had their own problems right about now, but he prayed that he had the right answer.

Tentatively, he stepped on the first tile - ‘E’ - wincing as he awaited imminent death. When death did not arrive, he opened his eyes and exhaled the breath he’d been holding for far too long. Carefully, Jahaan hopped across the remainder of the letters, all fairly close to one another, all fairly easy to jump to… except the last one.

Jahaan made for the ‘R’, hoping he could just stretch his leg far enough to land on the correct tile. Unfortunately, he stumbled on his take-off, realising mid-air he was going to undershoot and land on the neighbouring tile instead of the ‘R’. As soon as his foot made contact with the wrong tile, Jahaan had enough sense to fall forward, off the tile-board, and make himself as flat to the ground as humanly possible. The sounds of javelins whizzed behind him, hearing the dull *thunk* of them embedding in the wall instead of his flesh.

Once Jahaan was absolutely certain no more javelins were going to fire, Jahaan heaved his way to his feet, trying to remember the correct way to breathe. His heart threatened to jump out of his throat, pulsing and pounding in his neck, making every gasp for air a challenge.

After composing himself, Jahaan pushed the button on the pedestal and the tiles vanished. Seeing it was safe, Jahaan ushered Icthlarin across the room and out the next door which, to their delight, led to the glowing orb.

Jahaan hurried to touch the glowing orb with Icthlarin fast in tow, panting with relief. Catching his breath, Jahaan tightly squeezed his eyes shut, determined to maintain composure as he knew what would have to happen next.

Sliske was nearby this time, Jahaan could feel it, but he fought past the temptation to peer into the Shadow Realm.

Predictably, Sliske’s voice weaved its way throughout the chamber. “Ladies and gentlemen, the World Guardian has taken a decisive lead and is now the first through the door. As promised, he can now remove the entourage of a participant, leaving them to walk these cold corridors all alone. So tell me, Janny, who’s it going to be?”

“Myself,” Jahaan declared, his confidence shaken as soon as he glanced at the twitching form of Icthlarin at his side. He was walking on all fours now.

“Erm, what? You don't even have an entourage!” Sliske countered, bemused.

“I-I have Icthlarin! Let him out of here!” he just about refrained from saying please. He didn’t want to be reduced to pleading, but the waver in his voice betrayed him, “Icthlarin is part of my entourage. He's in pain. Let him leave.”

“That is not how this works.”

“This is your game and your rules, Sliske,” Jahaan clenched his fists, his teeth gritted. “Are you going to follow them, or is this all a big farce?”

There was a pause, followed by a long, exasperated sigh. “Fiiine. You get to let your doggy out for a walk. But Death’s part of that package deal too. If Iccy goes, he goes.”

“Fine, just let him out,” Jahaan hurriedly replied.

Icthlarin looked so fragile now, so hollow as he tilted his green eyes upwards to meet Jahaan’s gaze. “Th... Thank... you… friend.”

Putting a hand on Icthlarin’s shoulder, he bent down to his level and assured, “You'll be okay. Don’t worry about anything.”

The canine deity just about managed a cracked smile before he was teleported away to, hopefully, recover with dignity.

“There,” Sliske huffed. “Don’t say I never did anything for you.”

I’m going to murder you, you piece of shit, Jahaan growled inwardly, storming off down the next corridor in search of further progress in the labyrinth.

Zamorak stomped through the maze, rounding another corner that only led to a dead end. It was the fifth dead end in a row. Grunting, he punched the wall, watching as pieces of stone crumbled away, before regenerating themselves back into perfect place in an instant. Hazeel, Moia and Lord Daquarius dutifully followed in tow, but they didn’t dare raise their voices, sensing easily the foul mood their deity was in.

“Sliske! I know you're watching! Get here now!” Zamorak shouted to the skies. “I can hear that fucking chuckle. Don't think I can't!”

Out of thin air, masks floated from above, each with a different emotion crudely carved into them. For every mask that fell, the echoed voice of Sliske followed.

“Feeling lonely, Zamorak?”

“Want to chinwag about old times?”

“Remember when you and I turned the Mahjarrat against Icthlarin?”

“Remember when you stabbed Zaros in the back?”

“Remember when you burned a hole in half the world?”

Zamorak caught one of the masks and threw it against the labyrinth wall, shattering it on impact. “I'm getting tired of your shit, Sliske. Get down here NOW!”

More masks fell. “Remember when you tore a chunk out of Lumbridge?”

“Remember when you almost died at the hands of the blue charlatan?”

“Remember when Zaros plucked the wings from you like a fly?”

“Remember when you were drawn to this game, even though you said you wouldn't play?”

“ENOUGH!” Zamorak cut in. “I should have known better than to get an adult conversation from you, you mad bastard. Oh, I can’t wait to get my hands around your throat, as soon as I've got the Stone back…”

To worsen his mood, when Zamorak and company rounded the next corner, they came to a sharp halt at who they saw at the end of the corridor. There, working on a locking mechanism, was Seren and her entourage.

Seeing Zamorak’s presence in her peripheral vision, Seren slowly raised her head and turned towards Zamorak.

The glare in the Mahjarrat deity’s eyes could cause nightmares.

Taking a tentative step backwards, Seren gulped. “Zamorak, I…”

“Kill the elves,” Zamorak ordered, crossing the distance between them. “I will deal with Seren.”

Edging backwards, Lady Trahaearn quivered, “What do we do, my lady?”

Drawing his thin sword, Lord Arianwyn answered in Seren’s place, “We stand and fight!”

“No, we leave,” Seren ordered. “I will not risk your lives.”

Zamorak challenged, “Then maybe before we kill them, how about we shed some light on your true nature?”

Seren's breath caught in her dry throat.

“Oh, what's wrong? Do you not wish to subject your favourites to the truth?” Zamorak chided, venom on his tongue. “Are they too precious to hear who you really are?”

Narrowing his eyes, Lord Arianwyn declared, “We have no wish to hear your lies, you snake.”

“Snake?!” Zamorak roared a sharp laugh, acid spewing from his forked tongue. “That’s so fucking rich. You really don’t have a fucking clue, do you? You don’t know the goddess you stand beside. For an age we adored her as you do now, and all we got from it was fear, terror, and paranoia. We were all abused and wandering Children of 'Mah', all thanks to the curse she inflicted upon my people.”

Lady Trahaearn scrunched up her brow. Looking up at Seren, she queried, “What is he talking about, my lady?”

“I’ll answer that for her,” Zamorak cut in, fire in his eyes. “I’ll tell you all what Seren, beloved of the elves, did to my people. Did she raise us up to crystal towers? Everlasting life? No. She hid behind the mask of Mah and made us kill each other. Did the elves have to sacrifice their own fucking breatheren to subdue an elder god? No, they were too precious for that. Let the Mahjarrat die out. Let them suffer for centuries. We built a society and culture centred around these murders of hers, bound to them, for if we do not kill one of our own, we wither and die. That is who you stand beside, elves.”

Seren felt the heavy weight of her own elves’ eyes upon her, regarding her with an emotion she’d never seen from them before. It was a crude blend of confusion, fear… and disgust. Once again, the shame she’d endured for generations reared its ugly head, constricting her breathing as it once did. She felt like she was back on Freneskae again.

Taking a deep breath to try and clear her mind, she forced herself to look into Zamorak’s vengeful eyes and plead, “Zamorak, time has changed me. I did what I thought I had to in order to ease Mah, to stop her violent nightmares tearing apart Freneskae. I see now how very wrong I was to bestow that upon your people.”

“Save your bullshit speeches,” Zamorak spat. “I have to claim the Stone of Jas. Then, we will finish this…”

Zamorak and his entourage turned and walked away, and Seren could only watch him go, her mouth agape, her hand slightly raised as if she wished to call him back... and the haunting image of betrayal and loathing in his dark eyes to overwhelm her mind.

“You do not know him as I do!” Azzanadra persisted, standing between Char and the next corner, angering the fire enchantress.

Azzanadra and Char had been at loggerheads since the start of the labyrinth, much to the exasperation of Zaros. The Empty Lord did not care to be a mediator in their conflict; it was bad enough having to endure these mortal humiliations without two of his closest allies biting each other’s ears off.

In response, Char squared up to him and hissed, “Look at everything he has done. You are a blind fool to continue trusting him. Just because he warmed your bed once, doesn’t mean won’t kill us all now.”

Maddened, Azzanadra swung around to Zaros. “Why do you listen to this… to this dancer, lord?”

“Better to be a dancer than the high priest of a church of dust!” Char countered, summoning fire to her fingertips.

“Enough!” Zaros cut in, stepping in front of the two incensed warriors. “You two have been at one another’s throats for too long. We must not lose sight of our goal. So, we settle this now, maturely, not like squabbling children.”

Humbled, Azzanadra bowed his head, “Apologies, my Lord.”

Char muttered a similar, yet less whole-hearted, apology of her own, before she declared, “We need to kill him, preferably before he has another chance to open his mouth.”

His tone now a lot more measured, Azzanadra replied, “If it matters at all to you, I do not want to lose one of my few remaining brothers if I can help it. I do not care to be the last of my kind.”

“So considerate of you, brother!” Sliske’s voice floated from out of nowhere.

“Sliske!” Azzanadra exclaimed, relieved. “We still have the opportunity to resolve this amicably before anyone else gets hurt.”

With a chuckle, Sliske replied, “Oh Azzy, you silly, silly moo. I think the time for amicable resolution has long since passed, wouldn’t you agree?”

“No, it hasn’t. You and I were blood brothers once, Sliske. Friends,” Azzanadra reminded, his eyes heavy as he looked upwards.

“Yes, friends. Tell me Azzy, if I had come to the Ritual Site... would you have had me sacrificed?”

Azzanadra’s hesitation was all Sliske needed to confirm his suspicion. “So you were more than willing to sacrifice your ‘friend’ then, weren’t you?” he growled, “I wouldn’t call the Marker an ‘amicable resolution’!”

“What was I to do, Sliske?” Azzanadra snapped in his frustration. “You had turned your back on everyone. You had betrayed our lord!”

“Your lord,” Sliske corrected. “I’ve been ousted from that little club, remember?”

Zaros stepped forward and placed a gloved hand on Azzanadra’s shoulder. “My child, we must continue onwards. Do not let Sliske infect your mind with his poison.”

“Yes, go on, Azzy,” Sliske sneered, “Run back to your lord. See if I care.”

“You,” Saradomin narrowed his eyes, his entourage instantly unsheathing their weapons. “I had hoped you had fallen prey to one of Sliske's little traps. It would be a fitting end.”

As misfortunate would have it, Saradomin had run into Zamorak and company at a crossroads in the maze. Naturally, pride would not let them turn back. If anything Saradomin was glad for the chance at confrontation.

Zamorak’s follower’s readied themselves for the inevitable conflict. The Mahjarrat deity replied with a cruel sneer, “Do you think yourself deserving of such fortune, old man? Of course we had to run into each other.”

“Ha. Perhaps, but last time we had this dance you were not so fortunate…” Saradomin recalled, a taunting upturn in his smile.

“Ah, bit it’s different now, eh Sara?” Zamorak’s eyes flashed. “You feel it, don’t you? Mortality’s a motherfucker, isn’t it? Aching bones and weary joints... the ravages of age and the inevitability of death… it’s eating at you, isn’t it?”

“Do not mistake experience for frailty, usurper,” Saradomin warned, haughtily. “Mortal or not I am still your better. I am Saradomin. I governed worlds before you even knew what another world was. You don't really think you're a match for me, do you?”

At this, Zamorak actually laughed. “Without your divinity you’re just a sad old bastard. Do you even know how to fight? I’ve snapped the necks of creatures that would give you nightmares. But hey, if you’re tired of living, step up. I’m sure your human shields won’t mind if you handle this one alone, right?”

Jahaan stopped dead when he heard the voices he was encroaching on. Pressing against the wall, he edged along it and peered slightly around the corner to confirm his suspicions.

“Shit!” he cursed, dashing back behind cover and praying he wasn’t spotted.

Of all the deities Jahaan had to run into, it was two of the ones that had a real bone to pick with him. What’s worse, they were blocking a crossroads in the maze, one that would hopefully progress him further through the labyrinth. After losing Icthlarin, Jahaan’s sense of direction had undergone a string of back luck, running him into dead ends and forcing him to circle back on himself one too many times. Finally he found a new door, an unexplored route… and it had led him here.

Bracing himself, Jahaan took a deep breath and strode around the corner to meet his fate, hoping they would be too wrapped up in each other to care about him passing through.

“Ah, look who dares to show his face,” Saradomin drawled, narrow eyes glaring down at the World Guardian. “Now I can kill both of my enemies in one go.”

Zamorak scrunched his brow, biting back a smirk. “What did he do to piss you off?”

“He murdered one of my knights in cold blood!” Saradomin declared, angrily.

Jahaan opened his mouth to defend himself, but then realised he couldn’t, instead saying, “None of us have time for this. Let’s just move on.”

“Where are you going, World Guardian?” Zamorak stepped out to block Jahaan’s path. “For all we know, you could be in on this. Not like you’ve got the best track record, what with that shit you pulled at Sliske’s lair. We wouldn’t be in this fucking mess if you hadn’t stabbed me in the back!”

Jahaan didn’t raise his chin to look up at the Mahjarrat deity towering over him, but his eyes trawled up to meet Zamorak’s. “I’m not working for Sliske. Move.”

“In fact,” Zamorak continued, brazenly, “For once in his miserable life, Saradomin might be onto something. Let’s settle this, right here, right now.”

“I have no objections,” Saradomin motioned for his entourage to draw their weapons. Zamorak’s did the same.

“Yeah great idea,” Jahaan rolled his eyes, taking a step back to get some breathing room. “Give Sliske exactly what he wants. Kill each other. And you know what he’ll do when you kill each other? He’ll laugh. He doesn't want you dead because of some great plan. He wants you to kill each other because it’s funny.”

The deities and their respective entourages were forced into silence, Saradomin reluctantly admitting, “The World Guardian is right.”

“Of course I’m right!” Jahaan found himself getting more heated now, the intensity of his tone increasing as he continued, “Who do you think has been at the centre of all of this shit? Not you. Neither of you have seen friends killed by Sliske. Neither of you have seen those closest to you warped into mindless wights. Neither of you have been beaten into a bloody mess after enduring his sick and twisted games. For all that you've been through, know that it's a drop in the ocean compared to what Sliske has done to me. So don’t you DARE think I’m siding with that psychopath. And for once - just for once - shut up and stop giving Sliske what he wants.”

There was a long, tense pause following this. Saradomin and Zamorak gave each other a look they’d never shared before, one that silently conveyed the begrudging acceptance that perhaps - just perhaps - their conflict wasn’t all that important right now.

Clearing his throat, Saradomin spoke first, “You have endured much, World Guardian. I respect that. Truly. But you would be wise to watch your tone.”

“He’s got a point tho, Sara,” Zamorak stated. “And Sliske’s a little higher up my shit list than you are. So let’s continue this another time, eh?”

“Indeed,” Saradomin agreed, readying his entourage to move on. “My followers and I have a Stone to claim. We can return to our conflict once all this is over.”

Zamorak grinned. “Count on it.”

With that, Zamorak and his followers continued on to a path to the east, while Saradomin took his entourage down a westernly route. In the centre of the crossroads, Jahaan was left alone, his body crumbling with the relief of a conflict avoided. Catching his breath, Jahaan straightened out his armour and marched on northwards.

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As Of Gods and Men is a reimagining, retelling and reworking of the Sixth Age, a LOT of dialogue/characters/plotlines/etc. are pulled right from the game itself, and this belongs to Jagex.

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Rose Thorns Chapter One: Rose Petals

Kokichi stared in horror at the specks of blood on his shirt sleeve. He’d… coughed that up. He clutched at his still aching chest with this other hand. It had started to hurt a few days ago, then he’d developed a cough and now this.

It had to be Kaito’s fault, right? He’d caught whatever Kaito had. Kaito was good at hiding it but Kokichi was better at snooping and now he’d caught it because of that. … Wasn’t Maki or Shuichi much more likely to catch it with how much time and how close they were to Kaito? But they were both fine as far as Kokichi was aware.

It didn’t really matter though. Regardless of the why, where, how, or even if it was the same illness as Kaito’s, this was going to be a huge damper in Kokichi’s plans to end the killing game. He had several general ideas planned out but was still missing a lot of the pieces that would make it even remotely possible and now he had to contend with this too.

He balled his hand into a fist and pounded it down on the library table in front of him, making the book he’d lain open in front of him bounce a little. There couldn’t possibly be a worse time to contract a serious illness.

“You okay?”

Kokichi snapped his head back up to see that Shuichi had entered the library without him noticing. He was now looking at Kokichi with a slightly concerned expression.

“Yep,” Kokichi said with a smile. “Why?”

“Oh, you just looked…” Shuichi’s eyes narrowed. “Is that… blood?”

Right, while Kokichi hadn’t coughed up a lot of blood, he was wearing white, not a good colour to hide a bloodstain. He’d have to start carrying around a handkerchief to cough into if this coughing up blood thing persisted to make sure he didn’t get any on his clothes.

“Yep, I coughed it up,” he said as he snapped to his feet and closed the book with one fluid motion. “I’m actually deathly ill, have been since before I came here.” He put on a sad face, turning his head to the side. “I only have a few months left to live.”

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry that’s…”

“A lie.” Kokichi snapped his gaze back to look at Shuichi again, smiling. His chest hurt more than ever though, he needed to cough but held it in. “I just accidentally cut my finger playing with the knife again. Don’t worry though, I put a band-aid on it all by myself this time.”

Shuichi frowned his disapproval, crossing his arms. “I don’t know why I believed you for a second there.”

“You’d think you know better than that by now. Anyway, I have important business to attend to.” Like coughing his lungs up in a place no one was likely to see. “I’ll be seeing you around.” He lightly patted Shuichi’s upper arm as he walked by, barely holding onto his nonchalant act as a fresh spasm of pain in his chest took him by surprise.

“See you around.”

As soon as he was safely in his room, Kokichi collapsed on the bed in a coughing fit. It hurt, like a physical thing was scratching up his insides that his body was trying in vain to expel. He was left gasping for air when it finally ended. Unsurprisingly, there was more blood on his shirt sleeve where he’d been reflexively coughing into his elbow, significantly more.

He groaned as he flopped over onto his back to stare up at the ceiling. This sucked, it was so unfair. … It was unlikely to get better any time soon though so…

Once he had his breathing back under control he rolled back over and pushed himself up. Now sitting on the edge of the bed, he reached for his drawing supplies. He had more planning to do, he needed to be prepared for anything and everything, including whatever this new illness was.

The next morning, following a bizarre dream featuring Shuichi that was interrupted by the morning announcement, the ache in his chest was even worse. He had a high tolerance for pain though so it wouldn’t have been a problem if when he inevitably ended up coughing even more blood came up than previously.

He couldn’t let anyone see him like this lest they take advantage of his weakness to murder him. It had been a few days since the trial for Angie and Tenko’s murders. If the pattern up until now held true, they were due for another death soon even if the motive keycard was being kept safe by Shuichi – Kaito had stolen it from Kokichi before Kokichi could find its use. If he was going to die here it would not be meaningless.

So, he waited a bit, giving everyone else time to settle in the dining hall. They’d notice his absence no doubt but none of them would care, in fact they’d be happy he wasn’t there. Not a satisfaction he wanted to grant them yet but he needed to take some precautions.

As soon as he was sure enough time had passed, he finally exited his room and headed for the warehouse. It didn’t take him long to find what he needed: dark coloured handkerchiefs that a blood splotch would be hard to spot on and bottles of cough syrup. He took several of each, especially the cough syrup. Coughing hurt; just because he could take the pain without flinching didn’t mean he wanted to.

As if thinking about it had summoned it, he was suddenly wracked with another coughing fit. Thanks to the handkerchief he didn’t get any blood on his clothes or hands this time. Good. Next, he took a dose of cough syrup, the sooner he could stop coughing, the better. Not that cough syrup could ever fix whatever was making him cough up blood but it would hopefully at least stop him from doing so.

“So, this is where you are.”

Kokichi snapped around to see Shuichi standing there, watching him. “You know it’s not a good idea to sneak up on the Ultimate Supreme Leader.” he said as he screwed the lid back onto the bottle of cough syrup, putting on an evil grin to distract from it. “You might regret it if you know what I mean.”

“Uh… sorry.” Shuichi shrugged, nervous but mostly unintimidated. “You weren’t at breakfast so I came looking for you. What you doing out here? Is that… cold medicine?”

“Yep.” Kokichi held it up for him to see better. “I heard if you drink enough of it you get high.”

“That’s… not what you’re going to use it for though… is it?”

Kokichi opened his mouth to respond with a lie but ended up coughing instead. It hurt and inevitably more blood came up, replacing the medicinal taste of cough syrup with the much more unpleasant taste of blood. Thankfully he had the handkerchief now so Shuichi hopefully wouldn’t see it.

“You okay?” Shuichi asked when the coughing fit finally passed. “That seemed pretty bad.”

“Ugh.” Kokichi folded up the handkerchief and slid it back in his pocket. He looked up to see that Shuichi had stepped closer and looked concerned. Damn, his chest hurt. “No, I’m deathly ill, I…”

“You told that lie yesterday. I’m not falling for it again,” Shuichi cut him off, annoyed now instead of concerned.

“I would never lie. I hate liars.”

Shuichi frowned at him, shaking his head in disapproval. “Go get some rest, I’ll bring you some soup.”

“Aw, you’re going to take care of me Shuichi? How sweet.”

“Well, you’re sick so… yes, I suppose so. Try not to give it to anyone else though, okay?”

“I’ll try… to pass it onto everyone.” Under different circumstances Kokichi would’ve fake coughed on Shuichi. But with how bad his chest hurt he didn’t want to risk it possibly turning into a real cough. “I’m lying of course, I would never do that. … Or would I? Sharing is caring after all, right?”

Shuichi gave him an exasperated look. “Just… go rest please before I change my mind.”

“All right, see you in a bit.”

As soon as they parted ways, Kokichi was coughing once again. Once more, he had the unnerving sensation that his body was trying to cough something up. It had to be just his imagination though, brought on by how much his chest hurt from whatever bullshit illness he’d managed to contract. Hopefully the cough syrup would start to take affect soon.

He answered the door as soon as the doorbell rung. As suspected, it was Shuichi and as promised he’d brought a bowl of soup for Kokichi’s ‘cold’.

“You feel any better?” Shuichi asked.

“Now that you’re here yes.” That was both a lie and the truth at the same, emotionally he felt better, physically he felt worse. “I always feel better when you’re here.”

“Oh uh… um… here.” Shuichi handed over the bowl of soup. It was warm and felt nice in Kokichi’s hands.

“Thanks.” He would’ve said more if it wasn’t for the urge to cough creeping up on him again. “See you around.” He ducked back into his room, closing and locking the door before Shuichi could respond. He placed the bowl of soup on the nightstand and pulled out the handkerchief just in time for his lungs to attempt to hack themselves up again.

At the end of it he was left with more blood in the handkerchief and… a black rose petal? There was another one stuck to his tongue that he peeled off and held up to his face to get a better look at. What the fuck? Of course they weren’t rose petals, he’d coughed them up, that’s just what they looked like – he’d seen enough romance movies to know what rose petals looked like no matter their colour.

Going to see a doctor about this was not option as there were none. Kirumi might’ve served as one – she had knowledge in many areas – but… she was gone. Telling the others wasn’t an option either, they wouldn’t care and definitely wouldn’t help him – except for maybe Shuichi. So he’d have to keep it a secret, like Kaito was doing with his illness. They probably weren’t the same illness though, in all of Kokichi’s snooping he hadn’t seen any evidence suggesting Kaito was coughing up anything that resembled rose petals.

He groaned as he tossed the petals in the trash. He had some soup to enjoy before it got cold, hopefully it’d help him feel better.

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seven-oomen · 3 years

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Hi, Ben! Glad you’re still feeling better, and congratulations on getting so much of your story done! I’m very curious to see what all tags end up on this one, given some of the previews (also really hoping some of the bad stuff doesn’t kick in right away, my anxiety is through the roof already right now…)

‘Cause, yeah, it’s Election Day, and I’ve been fighting off panic most of the day, and avoiding as many news sources and social media as I can. It’s been a day of frenetic bursts of cleaning in between re-reading the stories I’ve posted to remind myself that I did like them and hopefully encourage myself to work on my own WIP some more (I did add a few hundred words last night!)

Also, since I don’t have a way to post little snippets without a tumblr, if you’re curious, here’s a preview of said WIP. It has no title yet. Basically, it happened because I realized there was no fake dating fic for Peter/Noah, and decided that needed to be fixed. When no one who knew what they were doing stepped up, I decided to attempt it myself. Enjoy?:

(Peter has just invited himself along via Noah’s Skype call)

“Always a pleasure talking to you, Ruthie,” Noah said, reaching out quickly to end the call. The sturdy shoulders beneath Peter’s arms seemed to almost melt with the release of tension. He realized he should probably let go and brace himself for the fallout. But Noah’s hand was still around his wrist, and yanking away suddenly might be a bit rude even for him. Before he had a chance to come to a decision, the expected response came from a very unexpected direction.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKING FUCK?!” Stiles stood in the doorway looking not unlike a deer in the proverbial headlights. Derek was visible just past him, face set in the studiously blank expression that Peter knew meant he was laughing hysterically on the inside.

“Hey! Language!” Noah finally let go of him to point sternly in his son’s direction.

“Okay, first off, I’m 18 now and can say what I want. Secondly, no really, what the fucking fuck? Did you really just imply to Aunt Ruth that you’re going to be bringing Peter along as your boyfriend? Is that really what just happened?”

“It certainly sounded that way to me,” Derek chimed in, amusement lacing his tone and a smirk starting to curl the edges of his mouth despite his best efforts. ��I’d say her expression of appalled dismay suggests she thought the same, though to be fair that may have just been a general reaction to Peter.”

Peter finished straightening up from where he’d been draped over Noah, spinning to lean one hand on the back of his chair and shooting his nephew a highly unimpressed look. Stiles flailed his hands to re-draw focus.

“A reasonable point, but one which still doesn’t answer my question. Because that was most definitely the impression you two were going for, don’t even try to pretend otherwise. Seriously, where the hell did that come from?”

“I’ve been rather wondering that myself. Care to enlighten us, Peter?” Noah twisted to glance up at him, eyebrows raised in determined inquiry. The problem was Peter still didn’t quite know what had motivated his actions. Eventually he just shrugged with as much indifference as he could muster.

“It seemed like a good idea at the time.” The other three men all rolled their eyes in an admittedly impressive display of synchronization. He glanced down at his unwitting partner in mischief. “You didn’t have to go along with it, you know. What’s your excuse?”

Noah held his gaze for a moment, the stormy blue-gray eyes giving nothing away. Finally he calmly shrugged and repeated back to him in a deliberately identical tone; “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

Derek was looking more amused by the second, while Stiles was just looking a thousand percent done. “You do realize you’re now going to have to go through with this nonsense? She’s going to tell anyone and everyone she talks to. There will be no backing out. You’ll have to do it, and be convincing about it. How the hell do you plan to manage that? Dad, you don’t even like Peter!”

Peter shot a glare his direction because, while true, that was still rude, and opened his mouth to leap to his own defense. However, he never got the chance.

“I like Peter just fine, despite the violent tendencies and somewhat questionable taste in sports teams. The former has mostly tapered off, anyway, and the latter I can overlook for one weekend.”

That brought Peter up short on several fronts for a moment. He finally managed a very strangled, “Excuse me?!” that got lost beneath Stiles’ cry of “Oh, my God!” as the boy quite literally facepalmed. Really, and Peter got accused of being the dramatic one?

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So, uh, yeah. There is so much self-indulgent, trope-tastic, fluffy nonsense in this fic so far. In addition to the fake dating, you can also expect eventual pining, and if they ever get on the goddamn road, there will definitely be only one bed when they get there (there’s already been a fashion show, too). One day I will also narrow down a song for a slow dance, too (every time I think I’ve picked I think of another one.) I keep thinking I’m making progress, then I think of more things I want to work in. (Oh god, what have I started?!?)

Anyway, that snippet was a little longer than I realized, so. Glad things are continuing to improve! Lots of good vibes for all your stories, and I’m (cautiously) looking forward to seeing what happens with your newest one. I’m going to go try and eat something, particularly in case I break out the other bottle of wine. ’>.> Take care! *Hugs!*

I was just about to answer the other ask you send when I got this one XD

In any case, I broke out my wine because the first chapter is dark. Very dark. But that’s also pretty much where the darkness stops and things get a whole lot calmer from that point. It’s like, the worst thing happens and from that point it’s a story of healing. And a story of rekindled love and (found) family.

To save you some anxiety I can spoil it a little (also because it will be in the tags and in the first author note.) But the first chapter will contain attempted murder and attempted child murder. It is dark, and it pretty creepy. I think it might be some of the darkest things I’ve written so far. It is fucked up but not super graphic.

But yeah, I needed the wine after I finished the first 5 K.

And yeah man, I can’t even imagine the stress you guys must be under. I currently have one tab open for the election results so I can check them as soon as I wake up. I’ve got my fingers crossed but also mentally preparing for the worst. I’ll be sending as many good vibes as I can, that’s for sure though.

And omg that preview is amazing XD

Maybe it’s the buzz from the wine or just the fantastic writing but I just laughed my balls off and scared the crap out of Mo.

Beautiful. I can picture Derek’s face, Stiles’s flailing and the “Oh my god!”

God I love those boys. And I love this little story you created! It’s really well written <3

Thank you for sharing some. ^^

And omg I know that feeling of what have I done XD. OMG omg THEY WERE ROOMMATES

I just got that one, jesus this is why I don’t drink XD

Anyway, I do hope you’re taking good care of yourself tonight. Honestly you guys earned it and if you need to take a break from Tumblr or stories or whatever. That’s totally okay. As long as you’re okay and taking care <3

I’m still kicking over here and Mo’s napping away.

Hope you’re safe and sound tonight <3

Big hugs B!

#my convos with anon #B #ben says stuff #submission

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patchworkowl · 6 years

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Woah, Hey! it’s me, cin. I haven’t really posted a lot lately, mostly just been lurking every night on the usual sites to keep updated. A lot of my time kind of got absorbed in playing FFXIV, I have pretty bad addiction to game issues where I pretty much forget my life and dedicate myself to games instead, so I’ve been neglecting a lot over the past few months, drawing included. Another reason drawing stopped has been my ongoing wrist issues, which I now believe to be tendonitis, becoming more common whenever I did set time to drawing something. I went from too much drawing resulting in a small amount of pain for one or two days to a very small amount of drawing (with regular breaks) resulting in very intense pain lasting for weeks. This has been very worrying, and I lost the motivation to draw out of fear of damaging myself beyond repair. However! I don’t want to give up, drawing has always been a huge part of my life and I don’t want to loose it. Thanks to my cousin, I found a Physiotherapist and was told he may be able to help with my problem. I have my first appointment with him tomorrow morning, so - fingers crossed that this will be the first step to finally being able to draw without pain for the first time in at least 7 years.

I’m also going to attempt to start drawing once a week to try and get back into the swing of things. I feel as though I’ve hardly drawn anything this year, though my 2017 folder has quite a lot in it. I guess it just feels like a long time after months of not being able to. This year has been crazy weird, but hopefully things will fall into place and get back on track soon

#Cin's Drawns

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mrsliebgott · 7 years

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Who wants to get to know me?

Here's 100 things you guys might not know about me.

1 - My hero is Niki Lauda.

2 - If I could live anywhere besides where I live now it would be Finland.

3 - My biggest fear is vomiting.

4 - My favorite place to go on vacation is Disney World.

5 - If I could change anything about myself it would be my nose (It's the size of Ringo Starr's).

6 - What really makes me angry are ignorant people.

7 - What motivates me to work harder would be knowing I'd be getting paid soon.

8 - I'm unemployed.

9 - The worst thing about my day is all my schoolwork. I have some problems comprehending what I'm reading, it's probably ADD, but I don't know.

10 - My biggest accomplishment is beating my depression. I've been happy for a year and a half now. :D

11 - I'm of Polish and German decent on my father's side, and of Irish, Danish and Cherokee Indian on my mother's side.

12 - My favorite book series is The Last Dragon Chronicles. They're kind of for kids, but I'm five year old in an eighteen year old's body, so...

13 - What makes me laugh the most is my brother.

14 - My favorite movie of all time is Reservoir Dogs.

15 - The first thing I ever wanted to be was a Veterinarian.

16 - I want to be either of Cinematographer or Screenwriter now.

17 - If I could do anything for a day I would want to be a Superhero.

18 - I love Formula 1 and baseball.

19 - I'd take riding a bike over driving a car any day. (I suck at driving).

20 - My favorite song of all time is The Good Life by Weezer.

21 - I listen to Alternative Rock, Classic Rock, Pop-Rock, and whatever genre twenty one pilots are classified as.

22 - I can't cook anything unless it's a grilled cheese sandwich or pizza quesadilla.

23 - Tim Roth is the most attractive person on the planet. (In my opinion, anyway).

24 - My favorite food is my parents homemade chili.

25 - Charles Dickens is my favorite author.

26 - My dad used to call me tater-tot when I was little.

27 - I have flat feet and have something wrong with my ankles, causing me to stand on the inside of my feet.

28 - I watch Netflix way too much.

29 - I want to visit Paris.

30 - My dream is to win an Oscar for Best Screenplay or Best Cinematography. (I dream big).

31 - I had a dream about Tim Roth last night. (And my God, was it glorious).

32 - I have a few cats, two dogs, three turtles, and two hamsters. (Who are currently running like mad in their wheel).

33 - If I could live in any other time period it would be either the 60's or the 90's.

34 - On Tumblr I'm usually described as sarcastic, curious, and chatty, but in the real world people view me as socially awkward, quiet, and a loner.

35 - I can play the piano, guitar, bass guitar, harmonica, ukulele, and a little bit on the drums, but I mostly just play my piano and ukulele.

36 - The best gift I ever received was my piano last Christmas.

37 - I don't think I've ever received a bad gift. My family and friends know what I enjoy pretty well.

38 - I couldn't go a day without listening to music.

39 - I hate when people smack their lips when they eat and I when people talk while I'm trying to watch something.

40 - In five years I see myself getting ready to graduate film school.

41 - Thirteen I think. Most of them are converse shoes.

42 - If I could have one power I would want to bend fire.

43 - If I won the lottery I would pay off everything I have and then donate the rest to charities. (Ex. Male Domestic Abuse Shelters since they don't get a lot of funding, Animal Shelters, and I'd probably give a lot of it away to other countries with a lot of poor families who need clean water and places to sleep).

44 - I don't own a car or even have a drivers license.

45 - My favorite animal is a fox.

46 - I feel like I'm too harsh sometimes.

47 - If I had could have a meal with four people, living or dead, they'd be - Carrie Fisher, Debbie Reynolds, RFK, and Tim Roth. (Tim could stay after dinner if he wanted).

48 - I wake up at eight o'clock every morning. (Thank you, homeschooling).

49 - I get tired easy.

50 - I live in a tiny town. (Population is barely 800 and full of mostly middle aged and elderly people).

51 - People tell me I'm attractive, but I think I'm just average. But then again, I don't think anyone thinks they're good looking.

52 - I buy clothes at least once a month.

53 - I've had a secret admirer before. (Or at least he thought he was, I knew who he was).

54 - I LOVE CHRISTMAS!!!!!!

55 - I used to get bullied for my height when I was younger. (I'm 5'3 and haven't grown since I was fourteen).

56 - I'm currently watching Lie To Me on Netflix and I only have twelve episodes left. I'm sad.

57 - The last book I read was German for Beginners. I still can't speak it either.

58 - I love Chinese food.

59 - I'm a clean and messy person if that makes sense.

60 - My favorite Actor is Tim Roth (of course) and my favorite Actress is Carrie Fisher.

61 - It takes me about twenty minutes to get ready in the morning, sometimes thirty depending on if I want to blow dry my thick ass hair.

62 - I eat cheddar chips dipped in ketchup. (Yeah, I'm weird, I know...)

63 - I hate corn.

64 - My favorite album of all time is Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.

65 - I love rollercoasters.

66 - I tell my mom everything.

67 - When I was a kid my friend used to shove me into small, cramped spaces like trash cans and closets. It's probably the reason I'm claustrophobic today.

68 - My favorite TV show is That 70's Show.

69 - I was ten or eleven when I found out Santa wasn't real.

70 - My favorite flavor is Strawberry.

71 - I'm hyperactive.

72 - I have a blanket I have to have when I'm having a panic attack.

73 - My favorite subject in school in History, probably because it's the only thing I'm decent at.

74 - My family didn't have a lot when I was a little.

75 - I collect pins, buttons and rubber bands. Yes, I know, I'm odd.

76 - I wish the grunge fashion scene would come back, or maybe the brit pop fashion scene.

77 - I'm a major introvert.

78 - I have a hard time washing my hands because I don't like them to be wet and touching each other. It's some weird sensitivity thing I have.

79 - I asked my parents to stop throwing me birthday parties when I was nine and I haven't had one since. (I don't like being the primary focus of everyone).

80 - My family name has been in the States since the early 1700's, mostly residing in Pennsylvania.

81 - I dance a lot.

82 - I have a dark sense of humor.

83 - If I were the leader of a country there would be equal rights for everybody no matter your sex, religion, race or sexual orientation. Abortion would be legal, but there would be certain limitations. People would have the right to bare arms, but there would be strict background checks and it would be harder to get one. And there would be strict border control, but of course you could legally immigrate to the country if you pleased.

84 - I suck at Math and Science. Did I already use this one?

85 - The three things I think of the most each day are, music, my family, and Tim Roth. (Jesus Christ, I have a serious obsession).

86 - If I had a label if would be 'Socially Anxious.'

87 - The song that I relate to the most is Migraine by TOP.

88 - I used to draw a lot, but I've recently focused my attention on other things that peak my interest.

89 - My first crush was either Steve from Blues Clues or Alladin.

90 - My favorite video game is Dishonored.

91 - My favorite comedians are Bo Burnham, Russell Howard, David Spade, and Jim Breuer.

92 - In ten years I see myself with hopefully a husband or wife and a kid or two and doing what I love.

93 - I've never had a job before, but I just sent in an application and they didn't deny it, so... Fingers crossed.

94 - If I could see any band of any time period live it would be Led Zeppelin.

95 - I speak English fluently, I understand a little German and know very little Spanish and French.

96 - Ohio is the greatest state in the US. O-H-I-O!

97 - I've not been officially diagnosed, but a lot of people think I have Asperger's Syndrome. (I wrote a report on it one time and my mother told me it sounded like my autobiography).

98 - I have OCD. (Diagnosed).

99 - I've never had a boyfriend or girlfriend. (Again, I live in a tiny town with barely 800 people, I'm homeschooled, and I'm socially inept).

100 - My best friend is my brother.

I'm going to tag @the-nerdy-girl-next-door and @thedavanity to list off a few little facts about themselves. It doesn't have to be 100 like I did, it could be just five for all I care, but I'd like to know more about you guys.

#personal #me #I talk about tim roth a lot #jesus

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